
He was a mafia heir. Ruthless. Possessive. Obsessively mine. Sanjiv Mohite didn't ask for my heart- he caged it. He cut me open in blood, claimed me in front of his men, and bound me to his name. I thought I was fighting for freedom. But the more I resisted, the deeper I fell into his darkness. Because obsession can look like love. And sometimes, the most beautiful cages... are the ones you never escape.All Rights Reserved